People ask me if I left the lyrics open to ambiguity. Of course I did. I wanted to make a whole series of complex statements. The lyrics had to do with the state of society at the time.

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack sat on a candle stick, cause fire is the devil's only friend.

Faces come and faces go in circular rotation.But something yearns within to grow beyond infatuation.

Every pulse of your heartbeat is one liquid moment that flows through the veins of your being. Like a river of life flowing on since creation, approaching the sea with each new generation.

The horrible thing about Death of princess Diana - the sacrificial lamb, which she was. And I believe, in a sense, John Kennedy, Jr. was the same thing. These are people that we loved so much that we drove them berserk with all the attention and they basically didn't have any particular stellar talents. They were just in some kind of a position somewhere where we fixed on them and they became, literally, sacrificial lambs

There we were all in one place, a generation lost in space.

As I watched him on the stage, my hands were clinched in fists of rage. No angel born in hell, could break that Satan's spell.